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Friday, December 11, 2015

Today's #flashfiction How To Deal With Dragons

“Spring is in
the air.”

Eddard Stark,
Game Of Thrones* #quote

I wonder why
zombies always have to be going after brains. People have different
tastes when they're alive, so why not different tastes when they're
dead? Some zombies should be going “llluuunnngggsss”. Anyway onto
the flash fiction!

How To Deal
With Dragons

Regalis held
his blade high, ready to battle the king of dragons, Bloodscale, for
his treasure. With the masses of gold and jewels in the beast's
possession Sir Regalis could fund the war his nation fought. He would
be heralded as a savior for his people.

The knight
Regalis knew dragons. He'd been called an expert on slaying them.
Regalis didn't expose any flesh to fire breath, every bit of his
steel armor had been enchanted to cool when hit with heat. The armor
glistened with a blue shine from the magic. His weapon, a massive
sword made from the bone of ogres, was infused with lethal curses of
all kinds.

Bloodscale, the
king of dragons, gained his namesake from the color of his scales.
One breed of dragons was scaled red, and he was a one-in-a-million
genetic mutation. This made him massive and his scales much darker
than normal making them blood red instead of the light red the breed
was known for. The mutation also gave him nine thin tails instead of
the one massive one that most dragons have.

“I know
exactly how to deal with your kind,” Regalis said as he charged the
dragon.

The king of
dragons smiled a fanged smile then responded, “And I know exactly how to deal with
yours.” The king of dragons then did not breathe fire on Regalis.
Another gift bestowed by the mutation was intelligence. He instead
let his fire breath rumble in his gut and spewed only massive amounts
of smoke at Regalis. The enchantments of the knight's armor protected
him from heat, not smoke, and the knight passed out. This was not the
first time Bloodscale dealt with knights, and he always attacked them
with smoke in case they used magic. He then killed Regalis using his
claws while the knight was unconcious.

Five years
later a teenage boy made his way onto the top of the mountain where
Bloodscale's castle was. He approached the dragon not wearing
anything but the simple rags of a normal peasant. Bloodscale looked
at the boy, surprised he even managed to scale the massive mountain,
and didn't attack him seeing no threat and incredibly curious as well
to see a human that wasn't a knight inside his castle. Though he did
keep his guard up for some kind of sneak attack from an accomplice or
a hidden weapon.

“Lord
Bloodscale,” the teenager spoke in a frightened tone, “May I ask
a small favor?”

Bloodscale was
dumbfounded, a human had never asked him for anything before. He
responded, “What is it?”

“Our village
dam broke in a flood. It was very old and we don't have enough money
to pay the city workers to fix it. Two gold coins from your treasure
should get us the last of the funds we need to pay for the dam.”

Bloodscale
considered it. “Take them. If anybody asks you stole the coins
while I was sleeping. Got it?”